A Second Chance For The Millionaire. Nicola Marsh

      ‘Aren’t I allowed to say that you’re beautiful and gorgeous and—?’

      ‘No, you are not allowed to say it.’

      ‘All right. I’ll just think it.’

      She’d done what she’d set out to do, put him in a cheerful mood for the evening. And nothing else mattered. She had to remember that!

      As they emerged from the elevator downstairs they could see people already streaming towards the great room where the reception was to be held.

      As soon as they entered Harriet saw their hosts on a slightly raised dais at the far end. There was Mary, smiling, greeting her guests. Beside her stood Ken, the man she was about to marry, and on the other side were the children, dressed up in formal clothes and looking uncomfortable.

      Harriet was alive with curiosity to meet the woman Darius had loved and married, who had borne him two children, then preferred another man. An incredible decision, whispered the voice that she tried vainly to silence.

      ‘Ready?’ Darius murmured in her ear.

      ‘Ready for anything.’

      ‘Then forward into battle,’

      She was aware of heads turned in curiosity as Mary’s ex-husband advanced with another woman on his arm, and now she was glad he’d arrayed her in fine clothes so that she could do him proud.

      Mary was a tall, elegant woman, with a beauty Harriet could only envy. But she also had a down-to-earth manner and an air of kindness that Harriet hadn’t expected from the woman who’d spoken to her sharply on the phone.

      ‘Mary, this is Harriet,’ Darius said. ‘Harriet, this is Mary, who was my wife until she decided she couldn’t stand me any longer.’

      There was real warmth in Mary’s embrace, and her declaration, ‘It’s a pleasure to meet you.’ But the way she then stood back and regarded Harriet was disconcerting. It was the look of someone who’d heard a lot and was intensely curious. It might have been Harriet’s imagination that Mary then gave a little nod.

      Ken, her fiancé, was quiet, conventional, pleasant-looking but unremarkable. He greeted Harriet in friendly fashion, acknowledged Darius and escaped as soon as possible.

      ‘We’ve spoken on the telephone,’ Mary said to Harriet. ‘I recognise your voice.’

      ‘Yes, Harriet was part of the lifeboat crew that saved me,’ Darius said.

      ‘Then she’s my friend.’ Suddenly Mary’s eyes twinkled. ‘And I was right about something else, wasn’t I? You denied that you were his girlfriend but I knew.’

      ‘Have a heart, Mary,’ Darius growled.

      ‘All right, I’ll say no more. I don’t want to embarrass either of you.’

      But Darius was already uncomfortable, Harriet could tell. At the sight of his children his face lit up with relief and he opened his arms so that they could hug him.

      She knew that Frankie was ten years old and Mark nine. Both were lively, attractive children with nice manners.

      ‘Here she is, guys,’ Darius said. ‘This is the lifeboat lady that I told you about.’

      Both of them stared.

      ‘You work on a lifeboat?’ Mark asked, awed.

      ‘Not work. I’m on call if they need me.’

      ‘But how often do you have to go out saving people?’

      ‘It varies. Sometimes once a month, sometimes twice a day.’

      ‘It must be ever so exciting,’ Frankie breathed.

      ‘Hey, she doesn’t do it for fun,’ Darius protested. ‘I didn’t find it exciting to be stuck in the water, wondering if I’d ever get out.’

      ‘But Dad, she saved you,’ Mark pointed out.

      ‘Yes,’ he agreed quietly. ‘She saved me.’

      He might have said more, but something he saw over their shoulders made him straighten up, tense.

      ‘Hello, Father,’ he said.

      So that was Amos Falcon, Harriet thought. Research had made her familiar with his face, but the reality was startling. This was a fierce, uncompromising man with dark eyes shadowed by heavy brows. His mouth might once have been merely firm, but now it looked as though a lifetime of setting it in resolute lines had left it incapable of anything gentler. This was a giant, to be feared. And she did fear him, instinctively.

      More troubling still was the astonishing resemblance between him and Darius. They were the same height and with broad shoulders, features that were similar, even handsome. They were undoubtedly father and son.

      In how many ways? she wondered. Was Darius doomed to grow into a replica of a man everyone called awesome? Or was there still time for him to seek another path?

      Darius drew her forward for introductions, and she was surprised to see that Amos studied her intently. Of course, he was naturally concerned to know about his son’s companion. But she sensed there was more. His eyes, boring into her, seemed to combine knowledge, curiosity and harsh suspicion in equal measure. It was unnerving

      He made a polite speech of gratitude for Darius’s life, then introduced his wife, Janine, who smiled and also spoke of gratitude. She struck Harriet as a modest, retiring woman, which probably suited Amos.

      ‘And this is my daughter, Freya,’ she said, indicating a tall young woman beside her.

      This was the wife the powerful Amos had chosen for Darius. She didn’t look like the kind of female who would shrink back and let herself be a pawn. She was tall, fair, well, but not extravagantly dressed, with an air of self-possession. She shook Harriet’s hand vigorously and said all the polite things before hailing Darius with an unmistakable air of sisterly derision. Harriet discovered that she liked Freya a lot.

      There were more arrivals, people approaching the dais to be greeted, and the crowd moved on and shifted her with it. When Darius began to lead her around the room, introducing her to people, she couldn’t resist looking back and found Amos staring after her.

      Glancing about her, Harriet was more than ever glad that she was dressed in style. This was a gathering of the rich and mighty, and at least she looked as though she belonged amongst them, however fake it might be.

      It was clear that Darius really did belong in this gathering. Many of them knew him and spoke respectfully. They knew he’d taken a hit, but so had they, and his fortunes could yet recover, so they addressed him as they had always done, crossing their fingers.

      Harriet found herself remembering the day she’d overheard him on the phone vowing, ‘no mercy!’ How long ago that seemed now that she’d discovered his other side. But these people had never discovered it, and wouldn’t have believed it if she’d told them.

      And nor, she realised, would Darius want them to believe it. Much of his power depended on a ruthless image.

      ‘What’s the matter?’ he asked suddenly.

      ‘Matter? Nothing?’

      ‘Why are you giving me that curious look?’

      ‘I didn’t know I was.’

      ‘What’s going on in that mind of yours?’

      ‘Nothing. My mind is a pure blank.’

      He grinned. ‘You’re a very annoying woman, you know that?’

      ‘Have you only just found that out?’

      ‘I guess I’m still learning. Come on, let’s have a good time.’

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